Spicy Desires: Love on Two Wheels and a Plate

Swimsuit

The next morning, i woke up to a text to bring my swimsuit to work. From Brett

I woke up feeling a strange mix of excitement and nervousness.

I got dressed and made my way to the restaurant. Taking my bag with a swimsuit and towel I leave it in my car and walk inside, the familiar hum of lunch service was already in full swing.

I spotted Brett almost immediately. He was standing in the kitchen giving orders to the staff, but the moment he saw me, his eyes seemed to soften, and a slow smile spread across his face.

I headed to the back to put away my things. Before I could get too far, Brett's voice came from behind me,

"Ali."

I stop and turn to face him. He was closer than I thought, standing just a few feet away, his eyes locked onto mine.

"Good morning," he said. "You sleep well beautiful?"

I swallowed my spit before nodding. "Yeah, I did."

He stepped closer. "Good," he murmured. "Because today... I want to show you something."

"Show me what. I'm guessing swimming?" I say with a tease.

"You'll see." He smirked. "Meet me after your shift by my bike I'll take you for the night."

I nodded again, not trusting my voice to answer. He gave me one last look before turning back toward the kitchen, leaving me standing there, feeling like I'd just agreed to something I couldn't quite understand.

The rest of the day passed in a blur.

When my shift finally ended, I went to my car grabbed my bag, and found him causally waiting for me outside the restaurant, leaning casually against his bike.

"You ready beautiful?" he asked

"Yeah," I say as i feel the nervousness start to kick in.

Without another word, he handed me the helmet made sure i had it on right, and helped me onto the bike. As we rode through town, the surroundings became less familiar, and I realized we were heading out of the city. We rode for what felt forever, through winding roads encircled by thick forests, the trees tunneling the road in some areas.

Finally, we pulled up to a large iron gate, hidden at the end of a secluded road.

"Where are we?" I asked, looking around at the quiet surroundings.

"You'll see," he said as he unlocked the gate and pushed it open with ease.
He parked his bike and helped me off, his eyes showed something I couldn't quite describe.
He took my hand and guided me inside. The path beyond the gate led to a large mansion,

"Is this your house?" I ask feeling a strange mix of curiosity and apprehension. Also, i never would have pegged him to live in a mansion.

Brett looked down at me, his expression unreadable. "Yes, It's been in my family for years," he said.

I looked at him, confused. "It is Beautiful, Brett.?"

His hand tightened slightly around mine as he pulled me closer, his eyes intense. "I want you to understand, beautiful. When I say you're mine, I mean it. This is more than just a fling. I don't bring just anyone here."

I swallowed my spit as I tried to find my voice. "Brett, I—"

Before I could finish, he pulled me into him, his hands gripping my waist as his lips crashed against mine. The kiss was rough and demanding like he had been holding back all day. I felt myself lean into him, my hands grabbing his shirt as I kissed him back just as fiercely.

When he finally pulled away, "You feel that?" he whispered to me his voice thick with desire. "That's what I want, beautiful. That's what I'm offering you, me"

I looked up at him as my heart raced and I realized that I wanted it too.

"I want it," I whispered my voice trembling.

His eyes seem to darken and he pulls me even closer. "Then I'm yours. And you are mine. For as long as you want."

With that, he led me inside the mansion.

He stopped in front of a large set of wooden doors at the end of the hall, before he turned to look at me. "This is my space," he said quietly. "Where I come to think, to figure things out."

I nod still feeling unsure of what to expect. He pushed open the door, revealing a room that was both masculine and elegant, filled with dark wood furniture leather chairs, and a big bed. A large fireplace dominated one wall.

"This is where I want to bring you, Ali," he said softly. "Not just here, but into my world. Are you ready for that?"

I stared at him as I felt the weight of his words settle over me like a heavy blanket.

"I don't know," I admit to him my voice coming out soft. "But I want to find out."

He smiled a small smile at me he pulled me into his arms. "That's all I need to hear," he murmured against my hair.

He pulled back slightly looking at my face. His fingers trace along my jaw, his touch soft despite the intense look in his eyes. "Did you bring a swimsuit beautiful?" he asked quietly.

I gulp. "Yes," i say looking up at him.

"Well I'll let you have some privacy," he says before grabbing his swim trucks and walking out closing the door behind him.

I quickly get dressed and wrap my towel around myself as i open the door.

"Brett," i call out

He calls out. "Over here "

I walk around in the unfamiliar house.
Walking down another long hallway, the walls lined with paintings and portraits of people who must have been from Brett's family.

He stands there in swim trunks his muscular chest on display. I see a few tattoos on his chest.

"You ready beautiful?" he asks me with a small smirk.

As his eyes me up and down but the towel does little to cover me low self-confidence I was feeling all of a sudden.